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Shinobi tended to live lives that were short and as such had matching relationships. It was therefore not uncommon to find a difference in shinobi culture. That had been something that Hotarubi had never personally been all that interested in. He had never wanted to be at one of these events. And yet, he had found himself at one of them. People weren't dressed like Shinobi and he stared impassively. This was meant to be up and comers, young adults - a variety of all ranks. Hotarubi had always wanted to prove himself to a large group of people and in fact people of all kinds, nations and faces. He had went up to the desk. "Do you prefer men, women?" "Anybody." Hotarubi stated his preference, that was anybody. "Aaalrighty. Take this, you'll be sat over there before it all begins. Write your name on it and we'll get started soon." Hotarubi rose an eyebrow but didn't otherwise raise any concerns. Maybe they would call people out by name? Everybody was dressed in nice clothing, he himself was still in a Shinobi uniform: a few people were still but people were mixing with those in nice clothes. Observers maybe? Shinobi were statuoned along the long room, along the rows of chairs and tables - watching all of the participants. Hotarubi was confused. He stared from the inside of the room to the large banner on entry. 'Haruki's 15-Bu Raundorobin' (lit. Haruki's 15 Minute Round Robin) Hotarubi had thought this was a socialising mixer that involved fighting... He stared in abject horror as everybody were called to sit down. This wasn't a fighting racket. He was horrified as he found himself a seat. This was speed dating Open to all ages, ranks, nations.